[Big Shug]
Yeah the m************ jig is up, n*****
Ha ha, I'm coming to get you fake-a** n*****
Word is bond..
It'll take more than what you got, to foil my plot
I be rocking you and socking you like killer robots,
I'm too hot
But I refuse to cool down
'Till they rest my black a**
Beneath the ground, I get down
For my underground sound
Pushing lyrical weight n*****, by the pound, for real
I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired
Cause what you see in rap, ain't always too clear
(Yeah Y'all)
Ice-grill stares for those who create fantasies
Couldn't bust a grape, fighting you or fighting me
Hip-hop today is like a big magic show
One magician, and a whole bunch of shining' hoe's
I'm trying to grow like my d*** in the morning
It's a new day ? matter fact a new f****** dawning
While you stretching and yawning, from your sleep
Shug done turned this whole s*** back to the streets
Pumping the beat, when I was starving to eat
Now I push the ford truck
To extort the weak
Thought you broke away clean, I caught you
Now it's up to me to completely end you, for real
You hear shots, I bring shots
You smoke a lot of pot, and still spit weed talk, p****
In '99 you get stepped to
f*** your silly weak crew
And your mugged up boo, for real
No more faking jacks, or faking jills
We know all about those manufactured skills
Even chickens is spitting harder
Who's your ghost writer miss, Sean Carter?
Once again it's the militiaman stepping to Brooklyn
Coming straight out of Murder Pan
While I'm s******* on you spitting up
Letting you silly f*****s know, the jig is up
Yeah the m************ jig is up, n*****
Ha ha, I'm coming to get you fake-a** n*****
Word is bond..
It'll take more than what you got, to foil my plot
I be rocking you and socking you like killer robots,
I'm too hot
But I refuse to cool down
'Till they rest my black a**
Beneath the ground, I get down
For my underground sound
Pushing lyrical weight n*****, by the pound, for real
I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired
Cause what you see in rap, ain't always too clear
(Yeah Y'all)
Ice-grill stares for those who create fantasies
Couldn't bust a grape, fighting you or fighting me
Hip-hop today is like a big magic show
One magician, and a whole bunch of shining' hoe's
I'm trying to grow like my d*** in the morning
It's a new day ? matter fact a new f****** dawning
While you stretching and yawning, from your sleep
Shug done turned this whole s*** back to the streets
Pumping the beat, when I was starving to eat
Now I push the ford truck
To extort the weak
Thought you broke away clean, I caught you
Now it's up to me to completely end you, for real
You hear shots, I bring shots
You smoke a lot of pot, and still spit weed talk, p****
In '99 you get stepped to
f*** your silly weak crew
And your mugged up boo, for real
No more faking jacks, or faking jills
We know all about those manufactured skills
Even chickens is spitting harder
Who's your ghost writer miss, Sean Carter?
Once again it's the militiaman stepping to Brooklyn
Coming straight out of Murder Pan
While I'm s******* on you spitting up
Letting you silly f*****s know, the jig is up